Örebro — Last friday I was walking aimlessly around Norrcity in Örebro, taking pictures of trees and houses and things that had been bullied into their primary colours by the late afternoon sunshine, when this man and his dog walked into my viewfinder, seemingly unaware of me clicking away. Later that evening when I looked at the photos, I realised that the man and his dalmatian quickly had claimed the st...
Örebro — The sky is beautiful tonight. In the language of water colours I’d describe it as ultramarine going over in pthalo turquoise and prussian blue. If you look to the west, it lightens up in a faint cobal...
Örebro — The sky, flat and grey, like a lid over town. Haven’t seen the sun it feels like for months. Every ray of light straying from the clouds is a shock to the system, people freeze and look around with so...
Örebro — I’m sitting in that café again, same place. Through the glass wall I see summer dwellers passing by, sometimes throwing a glance my way, almost flinching when they see someone looking out as they look...
People you once knew
Chasing spring
Wadköping
Walking my baby back home
Passing by
One Monday afternoon
Looking for escape routes
Sprawling
Belatedly
A pleasurable ennui
The man with the dalmatian
Something beautiful remains
At the fox trail
Back in Bourj Hammoud
Two-dimensional
Behind it all
(Early) middle age crisis?
Waiting the night
The letter
The roses are blooming
Dandelion head
More magnolia
Magnolia Stellata
Kind of blue
J.
A moment ago
Café spying again
Walpurgis Night in the rain
Insomnia
Long shadows in setting sun
Little green
I wonder why people like to catch their reflection in mirrors and glass
Spring in Scandinavia. A slow, stubborn process that requires a lot of waiting.